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The stranger spoke of a pack he had never heard of before, and it wasn't on the agenda according to Revui's current mission and so he didn't think twice about it; it wasn't Rusalka, she wasn't one of the wolves of Rusalka, and so she did not matter to him. And as she wasn't particularly aggressive he opted to move on rather than to incite violence; although any other wolf might have taken the initiative and learned more about this Kaistleoki, the warrior wasn't a mindful sort of fellow and did not think to do that. He had a hard enough time wrapping his brain around the odd name of the place, and would sooner be rid of it from his mind. So with a grunt he began to move on—no word of thanks passed his lips, and no further communication with the grey stranger. He merely left her, each heavy stride pulling him through the snow and away again.